Awhile ago I was posting #whatsright photos on Instagram (and sometimes Facebook) often, as reminders to myself of what's right in my life, because -

over the past ass-chilling winter (it's now boob-sweating summer) I noticed that I was having a very easy time noting (loudly - and repeatedly) what was wrong in my life (and in the world, and in the universe, and and and), but not such an easy time noticing what was right - even when what was right was right in front of my face. I wrote about that in a post called (interestingly enough) What's Right.

So I was flowing along, posting my #whatsright photos, when I got stuck.

One day (a less-than-thrilling day) I noticed that I was planning my #whatsright post in a way that felt odd (very odd - even fake). I wasn't feeling the #whatsright - I was just trying to force myself to see (or at least talk about) something nice.

Ewwww! It wasn't my intention to paste something fake and fluffy on top of yuck. #whatsright started out as a helpful gratitude-ish practice and I wanted it to stay that way!

I needed to stop doing #whatsright posts in order to figure out what was wrong with what's right (at least the way I was doing it) - so I did (stop, that is). It took awhile, but I figured it out (whew).

The problem was - I'd forgotten AND! First (during the ass-chilling winter) I was all about the grumble, then (after I'd been putting up #whatsright photos for a bit) I was all about the oooooohahhhhhsweet.

But life isn't all one or all the other - it's a mix of manure and flowers (metaphorically speaking). Chicken Poop for more thoughts on the inevitability of poop.

Back in the aforementioned ass-chilling winter it was important for me to pay attention to (and start looking for) what was right, since I'd been focusing on only what was wrong. But I didn't need to try to turn everything into something right (pasting #whatsright on top of what sucked) - all I needed was AND.

In order for me to honestly (and whole-heartedly) see, and share, what's right in my life (I bet this is true for you too) I needed to allow AND. I needed to notice what's right (true, beautiful, sweet, green, moist, lovely) AND what's argh, grrrr, and ohfuck (and even ohfuckityfuckfuck). All of it!

I don't always have to share both sides of the AND, but I have to be aware of them both (which, ironically, is how #whatsright started).

Hmmmm, I think I'm ready to go back to posting #whatsright photos now! Come visit me on Instagram, and tag me (@squarepegkaren) if you post a #whatsright photo so I can see what's right with YOU!!

As I mentioned in an earlier post, Jump, I signed up for The Great Discontent's #the100dayproject - committing myself to play with watercolors for, well…100 days.

I even set myself up with a playfull hashtag: #100daysofWCplay, using the initials WC because they are an abbreviation for water closet/toilet.

Well, here we are 50 days into the project (half way! half way!) - and I'm more than a little amazed at my consistency (flabbergasted, actually) because I've honored my commitment every day (night, to be truthful) - even when I've felt far from motivated.

The thing is, I committed myself to doing the #the100dayproject for self care reasons:

1)I needed more play in my life (play is vital for my Self, ab-soul-utely vital - but I often put it off, there's always something to get to first and then - ohmy, I'm too tired, how about tomorrow?),

and 2)I can always use more (ok, some - any) consistency in my life - and consistency is so much easier (for me, anyway) when there's some form of accountability involved. #the100dayproject was a perfect fit with my needs!

When I talked to myself about watercolor play, the word "play" sounded suggestive of ease (and easiness), but in reality (at least for me) it's tethered to trouble.

Some of the troubles that've troubled me while I've been playing with watercolors are:

Allowing myself to look like a pre-beginner -

or, as the voices in my head say: "a kindergarten flunk out" - is it obvious that I've still got problems with this?

Trying to keep from making this "the only thing" -

…which I am wont to do with new creative pursuits (anyone remember Toad, from The Wind in the Willows - for whom each new pursuit/hobby/interest became "the only thing", sucking up all his money and time?).

Being consistent -

soooo easy to say: "Today was a busy day, I'll catch up tomorrow" - which is a default for me, and makes it so easy to let things slide for a LONG time.

And mostly, trying to keep it FUN - just a joyful adventure while learning a thing or two.

It's so easy for me to get lost in all there is to learn - lost in excitement about all the possibilities, which can lead to overwhelm - or with the need to get an A++++ (ohgod, the eternal drain of good grades and being told "you can do anything") before I've even begun. Sigh.

What are the troubles that trouble YOU when you're playing - or doing your favorite self care?

Remembering, and actually doing the things that constitute self care (which isn't a one-size-fits-all proposition - we all need different things) isn't always easy, there are so many other things to do - but WOW, so worth it! I'll tell you about some of the benefits that I received in a future post.

The photos above are from my watercolor play time (they're my favorites - the "good" ones; there are plenty of awful ones - that's how play is). If you'd like to see all of my watercolor play photos (hey, it might give you a giggle - or inspiration to create without worrying about results), visit me on Instagram (or on Facebook, if we're friends there - and if not, you can send me a friend request).

P.S. I don't usually (or ever) put the #whatsright hashtag thingy on the photos for the #the100dayproject, but the whole thing has been so right!

P.P.S. If you want some ideas for self care (I've stored up plenty because I'm always needing them!), check out Community is an Inside Job in the Square-Peg Shop - it's all about Self Care, and filled with good!

I've included one of the recordings, Building a Self-care (Love Thyself) Toolbox (as a gift) right on the page linked above - go have a listen!

I said I would "do writing" this morning - even got up early for that very purpose.
What did I actually do?

Gathered some laundry and threw it in the washer (it was needed - can't go without underdrawers! Well, I can - and have - but it's a good drying day for laundry).

Spent a decent amount of time perusing the sales page of a vibrant writing class (even while knowing that my funds are limited at the moment) because - words! (and, you know - inspiration). I cooked myself breakfast (a rare treat) and wrote up a list of to-dos for next week (it's a damn busy week - no way I could keep track of it without some kind of list),

and checked out the price on a pair of much-needed shoes (my feet have been killing me; I need particular shoes to keep the pain at a minimum

did yoga - haven't done yoga in weeks; I really needed to get back to it because when I don't do yoga it affects my sleep - and contributes to my foot pain.

I got dressed and put on my eyebrows

(I have none - and folks without eyebrows have a scary kind of look that I didn't want to have today. Fact: I have eyebrows, they're just not where they're meant to be. I have a lot of them between my eyelashes and eye crease, in that space known as my eyelid, also some in approximately the middle of my forehead - just don't have any on my brow line; unless you count the few white ones that grow long and stick straight out)

because I have an errand to do later today and I didn't want to head out naked and eyebrowless.

I checked the weather - and rechecked it because I forgot what I read the first time (that's how I found out that it's good clothes drying weather).

And now it's getting close to time to head out for that errand, so instead of getting started with writing knowing I'll have to stop soon (probably right when I get into the groove) I think I'll practice my language skills (on Duolingo - do you know about Duolingo? It's a fantastic, free, language learning program).

And other stuff - I did other, less important, stuff too - plenty of it.

If writing brings you clarity, heals you, connects you to yourself, others, ALL (as it does for me), I'd love to know what you do instead of writing. Care to share?

Photo: mine (Karen); filter: Moku Hanga App
It took the rose pictured above about 8 years to finally bloom - and it had to shoot out a 6 ft. long, thorny branch to bloom on (past the tall grasses, planted after it - that went wild and kept it from enough sun). May we have that kind of steadfastness, grit, endurance, fortitude, COURAGE to bring our writing(s) to bloom (thank you, Thesaurus)!

Want to hear (and/or read) stories that bring you awareness, allowing, acceptance and appreciation (i.e. celebration!) - of yourSELF! As you are. Now!

Subtitled: A bizarre bookstore, a delightful parenting book, a wild-wonderful book about poetry, and me falling in love with Books (again).

For the past couple years my relationship with Books has been in a lull.

I've read articles and blog posts more than books, and the books I have read I've read on Kindle or Blio - not in-your-hand books. Until these books.

All of a sudden I'm remembering how much I love holding an actual book, how good they smell, how I can love them so much that I get antsy and wrapped in anticipatory grief as I get close to the end of a good one. I think Books and I will be hanging out more frequently in the near future.

I'm going to tell you about the books that I'm loving (it'll take a few blog posts), starting with the delightful parenting book, Parenting with Presence.

Maybe I've misled you by calling this parenting book "delightful", what it closer to fact is: I was full of delight as I read it.

I'm rarely a fan of parenting books because I've seen too many that speak with the voice of Authority (that ugly, bossy, above-you, shame-on-you-dipshit, voice).

This one is different (which is why I was full of delight while reading it). It's gentle and deep, very practical, full of stories and activities/practices. And the author, Susan Stiffelman, MFT, speaks with the voice of Real (not mean, old Authority). Also, (the best part) you can hear love in her voice!

Obviously, with the title Parenting with Presence, this book is for parents (young 'uns, not adult children). My children are adults (the youngest turns 25 in about a minute), but still I found this book interesting (and delight-full, as I mentioned) because it's about relationships and presence.

Stiffelman writes about children being our best teachers, which sounds cliche - but isn't in this book (you've got to read it to see how she does this). She writes about things you don't often see written about in non-shaming ways, like anger (parents' and child's) and disappointment in parenting (there's a whole chapter, called Throw away the Snapshot, that delves into that subject - with a crap-ton of wisdom).

At the end of book the author predicts that "the world will be populated with more and more people who grew up feeling seen, appreciated, and enjoyed" as many people begin "parenting with greater presence, attunement, and engagement" That sounds good, right?

If you're a fan of Eckhart Tolle (can't say I'm a fan because I've only read one of his books, The Power of Now - but there was a page in that book that I read over and over and over - and will tell you that if it didn't literally save my life during a terribly hard time - it certainly saved my sanity) you might be interested to know that the publisher of Parenting with Presence says: "The book is an inaugural title in Eckhart Tolle’s new publishing imprint with New World Library, which features books hand selected by the bestselling author of The Power of Now for publication".

Upcoming books I'll be sharing the love about in future posts:

and

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Full Disclosure: The publisher of this book, New World Library, sent me a copy of the Parenting with Presence to consider for review; I did not receive money for the review. Also, Square-Peg People is affiliated with Amazon.com, which means that when you buy from the link above you don't pay a penny more, but you help support Square-Peg People. Thanks!

During the ass-freezing Winter (just now passing), when I was seeing the same four walls seemingly ALL THE TIME, I grew weary of attempting to find fresh things to photograph ("That wall? Again??"); I am so looking forward to having prompts that help me focus/find things to photograph and share on Instagram - and super excited about checking out other people's photos.

There are also a whole bunch of folks connected with this gathering who'll visit my email box (yours too, if you sign up) through the month of April with self-love stories and inspiration - YES!

Then there's Elle Luna & The Great Discontent's 100 Day Project - which is described as: "...a celebration of process that encourages everyone to participate in 100 days of making."

Starting April 6th I'm going to play with watercolors for 100 days. I've always been drawn to watercolors, yet it's rare for me (three/four times in the past 10 years) to get my set out and experiment. That is about to change! P.S. I'm on the hunt for watercolor tutorials for newbies, so if you know of any please share in the comments!

Spring is shaping up as FUN!

Want to join me? The water's warm (metaphorically speaking) and these gatherings are no cost, plus (imho) I think that participating in them is guaranteed to establish some new online friendships (cool, right?).

Want to hear (and/or read) stories that bring you awareness, allowing, acceptance and appreciation (i.e. celebration!) - of yourSELF! As you are. Now!

Last year we had broken water pipes, our electric went out during a couple storms (uh oh, water in the basement and no sump pump), and our oil burner suffered a shit load of problems (the repair guy was out so much he began to seem like one of the family).

In an effort to open myself up a bit (you know how, when you're IN something unpleasant, you can curl up and close down somewhat? I've been doing that - sigh) - and also to increase my connection (I feel guilty about not being here on the blog for such a long time -- and I so miss talking with you!), I started doing something I'm calling what's right.

On February 6th I shared this on Facebook:

(Personally - for our Selves) I firmly believe in seeking and paying attention to what's right with us, not what's wrong (that's a cornerstone of Square-Peg People), but I'm realizing that, in general (as regards my life), that's not how I'm playing.

Consider: I've whined and growled at oil burner problems a number of times here on FB, and could probably have told you the number of days the heater was acting up (when it was), but today - with ass-freezing temperatures outside, and the heater, down the hall from me, humming along doing its job - I realized that I can't tell you how long the heater's been running smoothly.

And I may not have mentioned that the heater problems earlier this year led me to an incredibly solid, caring, and super-service oriented oil burner repair company.

I want to bring that seeking and paying attention to what's right thing into ALL of my life!

After posting that I started to document (daily) what's right in my life. NOT as an effort to drown out, or ignore, what's wrong or pissy - just to widen my perspective - see more than just what was annoying/angsting/scaring/depressing me.

I've been sharing photos and little notes about what's right in my life on Facebook and Instagram - using the hashtag #whatsright - and I would love to have you join me. <3

p.s. the purple flowers in the picture above remind me of the Albert Camus quote: "In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer." YES!

Sarah O'Leary shares about making a big change - and the guidance that led her. Please enjoy Sarah's contribution to our holiday encouragement series, Support Stories:

The Voice

Fir needles crunched beneath my feet, and the faintest whiff of their sharp, sweet aroma wafted through the summer air. My feet felt solid and good, coming down one after another along this narrow trail. My breathing deepened as the trail began to climb, I glanced up at the screech of a birdcall.

For those few seconds I felt connected, present to the wilderness surrounding me. Then, immediately my mind floated off, racing into the past. The same old whining stories began to reverberate in my brain.

What am I doing with my life? Should I move? Where? How can I possibly to do it without any money? When I get back we’re going to hit the same old walls, but we won’t really argue we’ll just reach for the wine. And then we’ll feel better. And then I’ll feel worse. There’s no opportunities for me in that town. But where can I go. How can I possibly make it on my own? Why aren’t I more proactive in building my business? Why haven’t I done more yet? Why aren’t I there yet? What’s wrong with me?

The circular train of thought was familiar, not in a comfortable way, more like a frustrating way. But still, there’s a measure of comfort in familiarity.

I’d circle and circle, knowing something had to change, but feeling totally blocked on how I could make it happen. In the usual pattern my mind would then flit away and light on something new – maybe a friend’s problem, or a party I’d be attending that weekend. And I’d run away from the pain.

Today something different happened.

As I wound around a bend in the path, waxy rhododendron leaves brushing my arms, a voice spoke up so loudly I nearly wheeled around to see if another hiker had come up behind me.

“If you’re going to make a change the time is now. The city you will visit tomorrow is where you’re meant to go.”

Wait, what?

I’d spent the night at one of my favorite retreats nestled in the Cascade Mountains of Oregon. Since I was making the 8-hour drive to Oregon to attend a conference I’d decided to spend the 4th of July here at one of my favorite spots on the planet.

“Well, I don’t know,” I told the voice. “I can check it out, but it seems like a long shot. I hardly know anybody here in Oregon. And how would I make money?”

In my previous escape fantasies I’d imagined perhaps a temporary move to a closer city where I’d be offered a well-paying and satisfying job.

However, despite trolling Craig’s List and telling a few friends of my interest, the golden opportunity had not yet materialized.

“You can sit around a wait for life to happen to you,” the Voice responded. “And another 10 years might go by in a fog of gin & tonics. NOW is the time. If you wait it will get harder to leave, not easier. One of you might get very sick. Something could come up that will hold you there.”

“But… I can’t just take off right away! I have to figure things out. I don’t have enough savings.”

“You have that cash. Use that. The next step will show up.”

The $2500 or so that I’d saved up did not seem like it could carry me through a move to a new city. But, wait – maybe I had a little more than that?

“But, what about my daughter? She just moved back to our town. I can’t just leave now,” I continued to object.
“What sort of way to live do you want to model for her? Do you want to show her how to ‘settle’ and play it safe and comfortable? Or do you want her to see you stepping up to your dreams, living in courage?”

Oh.

One by one, this Voice disintegrated each objection that popped up in my mind. My steps faltered and I found myself on my knees on that trail, tears pouring from my eyes.

Although I consider myself intuitive, I’d NEVER received such clear and directed guidance!

I fumbled in my pack and pulled out my tiny moleskin notebook. As the tears continued to roll down my cheeks, I began to scrawl the insights that were coming. I knew I needed some sort of physical evidence to take back, to hold my feet to the fire. It would be so easy to slip back into the familiar and oddly comfortable sense of discontent and that ‘someday…’

That same bird called out once again and I watched it circle the brilliant blue sky. My feet found their way down the trail once more. I scrambled over a downed tree limb, running my fingers over the damp bark, breathing in the musty, earthy scent.

It felt like home.

A few weeks later I piled a carefully selected assortment of belongings into my car and drove away from the life I’d once loved, but now knew must end. Many more tears had fallen as I said my goodbyes, and gave away possessions. For the first time in my life I walked in a direction that did not please others.

My heart pounded as I pulled onto the highway and headed north. I had no idea what lay ahead.

What I did know was that when I’d finally softened, ceased the objections and accepted my guidance, things had fallen into place with an ease that astonished me. I did have a bit more than $2500 stashed away I discovered. A friend offered me her couch until I could find a room. Others reached out, and I realized I knew more people than I thought in Oregon.

That day I embarked on a Hero’s Journey, and now, two years in, I’m still riding the waves of that journey.

But not once have I regretted listening to the powerful Voice of guidance that spoke to me in the woods that day. My heart blew open right then, and this journey has led me to teachers, to new friends, to amazing opportunities.

And, most importantly, surrendering to my Guidance has allowed me to continue to experience an inner knowing that I could never have guessed was possible in my previous life.

I now have no doubt that we all are supported! All we have to do is listen.

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Sarah O’Leary is on a mission to unleash the radiance of women at midlife and beyond. A certified Martha Beck life coach and long time herbalist, Sarah coaches, writes and teaches in Portland, Oregon. Learn more at Holistic Hot Sauce.

Slightly-British Daughter* has done it again! She's created a calendar full of wonderful quotes and photos to encourage us through the coming year!!

For the past couple years, as I've shared the Square-Peg calendar, I've mentioned my hope/desire that we go into the new year "with all the love and self-acceptance, radical self-care, and celebration our hearts can hold (and then maybe a teeny bit more!)."

I keep repeating those words because I believe that, when we are aware of, accept, appreciate, and love ALL of ourSelf (all: the pretty bits and the pain in the ass bits, even the mean and ugly bits), we have deeper, truer love and compassion for others (a different, more open-hearted love and compassion than we have before we learn to love and accept ourSelf. so important today, with racism and hate rampant!!

Here are the words I ended that hope/desire with in previous years:

"What a difference we could make out in the world (not to mention our own room, house, neighborhood) if we stepped into acceptance and appreciation of our Selves."

So, this year I'm asking: How about we make 2015 the year we do this? Are YOU in?

Isn't it lovely? FYI: the actual calendar has all the days, not just days 1 - 4, although Slightly-Brit did try to keep August 31st to herself (but that's a story for another time).

The calendar is set up as an 8.5" X 11", 12-month calendar that you print yourself. It looks best printed on cardstock or matte photo paper (don't forget to hit "Scale to Fit" on your Print Screen to keep the images from getting chopped off at the bottom).

You know that feeling you get when, in the dark of winter, you ride by a home with a light in the window? It's a kind of tender, sweet/sad, feeling - and, for me, an antidote to the groundedlessness and hectic horror that the holidaze bring.

Which brings me to the story below, it's the kind of thing I keep bringing myself back to - for grounding, for a sense of reason and purpose, and - for love! Let's sit here and have some tea (spiked?) - we can contemplate love (and grounding, and purpose...) together. Here we go:

Ya'll Fall Down

I've told this story before, but this year it means something different to me. The neighbor in the story doesn't live next door anymore - we've got new neighbors.

Neighbor got divorced and he and his family moved to different houses. And I am reminded (again) how things are always changing - sometimes falling down, sometimes being put right (and often - too often, for my comfort - not knowing which is which).

I used to get great delight from seeing my neighbor's holiday lawn ornaments fall over. Wait, let me explain:

Mr. Neighbor had a little family of flat, white, wooden reindeer and a 3-D, 3 ft. tall plastic Santa. Each year he'd take the decorations out of storage and lean the reindeer against the house for a few days. They'd be behind a brick half-wall whose purpose (during the rest of the year) was blocking Neighbor's trash cans from view.

Santa would also be behind the half-wall, visible only from my driveway and one of the windows of my house. For whatever reason, Santa was always placed nose facing into the corner - and what with the hunch of his shoulders and the angle he was tilted he always looked to be taking a wiz.

Within a few days Mr. Neighbor would begin to assemble the family of reindeer. Each had a flat, wooden cross-piece that fitted into the the bottom of the flat reindeer making them able to stand. Almost immediately after Neighbor got all the reindeer pieced together and placed on somewhat flat ground - positioned near each other and Santa - we'd have a storm. A dashing, windy rumpus of a storm. Every year.

And at least one reindeer would bite the dust (or snow), but Neighbor quickly got the reindeer upright again and all was well.

Wind and winter storms are normal around here in December, though - so the reindeer were in constant peril. Rudolph and/or a couple buddies fell over frequently. It got so that each time I would head out to the driveway I'd look over and take a body count. And it started to seem funny to me. Very funny! Every trip to the car meant laughing til my sides ached.

I like to think of myself as a semi-kind person, so I wondered what was the matter with me. Why did I find it so amusing that Neighbor struggled with resuscitating reindeer? The answer hit me surprisingly quickly (the way the wind hit the reindeer - though I didn't fall down) - it had more to do with Neighbor fixing the reindeer than it did with them falling over.

I had the aha moment one day after a wind storm - when Neighbor didn't come out and set the reindeer right. I didn't know if he was sick, gone for the day or what - but seeing the bodies made my heart sad. When he finally fixed them I started laughing again.

My laughter wasn't mean-spirited, it was more like JOY. I knew that Neighbor did the whole reindeer thing (putting them up and taking care of them) for his little son. I laughed because I knew how much he loved his little boy and that he'd keep standing those reindeer up.

And, having had the (metaphoric) wind knock my own (metaphoric) reindeer on their (metaphoric) asses way more than once, I was thrilled by the chance to witness Neighbor's perseverance - his willingness to stand those reindeer up again and again.

I laughed because it's beautiful (and JOYful) to watch any of us keep trying - keep standing things up even when we know life will probably knock them down again. Whether we do it for our kids, ourselves, for Life itself, for The Beloved - it's always for LOVE.

And that's something to smile, giggle, even guffaw about! (And besides, things falling over make good sight gags!!)

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Pssst, If you've had the (metaphoric) wind knock you on your (metaphoric) ass recently -

or are feeling glum and bah humbugish this holiday season -

please come on over and read some of the heart-opening stories being shared in the Strength from Within holiday encouragement series.

Some great writers share solace and encouragement for the holiday season (doesn't matter what holiday you do - or don't celebrate) - you're not alone!

And here's gentle-hearted Teresa Deak, continuing our holiday encouragement series with a story about her unique way of accessing support, love, and wisdom (and a little encouragement to give it a try yourself). Enjoy!

Butterflies to the Rescue

Photo credit: Teresa Deak

It was a scary moment.

John far ahead, out of sight.

My tires too skinny, my bike too new, too unfamiliar.

Traffic to my left ­ too fast, too close.

A shoulder too narrow, too filled with dirt and grit.

A hill to my right ­ no protection to stop a tumble.

As I pictured John having to double back only to find my broken body on the side of the road, I decided

it would not and could not be that way.

It came to me in a flash ­ an inspiration.

Butterflies.

Suddenly they were riding with me.

A dancing tapestry of every colour.

I could feel them all around me.

I felt stronger.

I could breathe!

I felt protected, their ever­moving wings a force­field of love and beauty.

I pedalled faster.

With this newfound butterfly confidence, my ride suddenly became a pleasure.

I was impervious to my previous fear.

Smiling, I arrived at our meeting point. John was surprised to see me so soon.

I whispered to him about how scared I had been and the boost the butterflies gave me.

It was a turning point.

Since the day those butterflies arrived, they have never left me, yet they leave me all the time.

Always willing to offer love, ease, healing ­ they flow through me out to you and the world.

They are not only mine ­ you can claim them, too.

Breathe deeply. Once. Twice. Three times.

Clear your mind to make space for the butterflies.

Open your heart. Allow them to show themselves.

Notice how they feel, what they look like to you. Maybe you don’t see them at all, and that’s okay, too.

Listen for their wisdom. Feel for their gifts.

Whenever you feel the world around you is too much, invite those butterflies to dance their tapestry around you.

Let their colours and light fill you up so you, too, can travel safer, more confidently, freer.

Try it as a visualization. Just one butterfly. How does it feel when it arrives?

Do you notice how big it is? What color? What do you do when you first “see” your butterfly?

Do you smile?

Imagine that butterfly brings its friends. They float around you. Gently. Their colours a beautiful swirling inspiration. You are held in their beauty and love. You are protected and lifted by their gifts.

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Teresa Deak channels the power of butterflies to bring you ease and healing. Working with her pendulum guide and spiritual agents she nudges your heart to awaken to the Divine and welcome the flow of the Universe. She will hold your heart while offering you energy clearings for your soul ­ and your space, Gratitude Tarot cards and app, Essence Mandalas, Butterfly Resonance Images and so much more, all while writing through her spiritual journey along the Butterfly Way. Visit her site at Hands on Gratitude.

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